One of the small challenges of my daily walks at dawn is to find beauty in the every day. I confess that on some mornings it is harder than others.
Those days where there is not a hint of color in the sky other than a vast, monochromatic gray are hardest for me, especially when there is a weight in the atmosphere of impending weather.
However, the air is soft and caressing, a light breeze dancing around the body in a tantalizing way. This was one of only two days this year that I have gone out in the morning without a jacket. Being somewhat intolerant of heat, cool summer mornings are one of the things I love about Maine. Still, a sultry morning now and again is a nice novelty.
The birds and frogs are happily singing away, as usual.
And when the macro-view of the world is gloomy, I go for the micro-view. Beauty is out there. Sometimes you have to stand still and look more closely.
sweet pic ^
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